WAITING THE MORNING OUT

when i knocked at his door
on school-out mornings

his mum always answered
hungover & put out

smoking a superking
in her dressing gown

jeans on the ironing board
vodka soda on the side

& she would shout for him
up the stairs like for a dog

& we would go out on bikes
to wait the morning out

on a building site
pissing in the crevices

or down some alley
rolling with the nothing

cos really
i dont think we got on at all

we were just at the same school
with compatible video games

in 1984
or thereabouts

GENERATION MEAN AND CLOSE TO MADNESS

    the hard bullies of soft sanity
 wear histories warnings 
  like a brand 
    on a tshirt
 in the dress-down-century

 bornhereism is the skinny jeans
   of the finished generation
        sulking
     sad 
  empty and wronged
    thinking they had no great war of their own

  shameless idiocratic wannabe generals
      flying a white pig flag
  selling out of date hate
   and cliched textbook division
       to the floppy fringed chadults
   the ceos let down

 i say dont fret 
to the double-0 technology kids
   soon the pale boors  
         will
            be
        dead
    and you can paint a fresh coat of mad
 on eternal corporate ruins


~

  i am the closest to going mad
i been 
 since the nights of the eternal gins
    and the dawns of van halen
     and those
        Moments  Of  Clarity  
           afterwards
when i lay spaced and stretched
 in  a 6 AM heaven of manufactured peace
  the bird chorus singing
 'love me on a stick'
   they did  i swear   

    mad today like a man 
 in a weird dystopian b movie

    flawed and faulty but obviously an angel analogy 

     frantically collecting  
mechanical items  
  from the recent past

   and oh so british too

      panicking politely 
      in
   a 
 formal newspaper breakfast
    silence

from pinterest

BRIGHTSIDE

reaction is - duct tape
              over
              the
              webcam

reaction is - read some history
              read some 1984 
              for reassurance
                 that  
                 things 
                 have 
                 been 
                 this 
                 hysterical 
                 before

and tho thats no so great is it

theres 
progress 
to hold onto - light
               in
               the 
               margins

even chomsky admits to hope

and
  it
    might
      still
        be 
          possible 
            to 
              live 
                in 
                  peace
         and
       explore
        space
       together

    so  very  sorry
    epic  regretful 
    and 
              wiser

from pinterest - gnome chomsky